Just A Tear...
Born in the depths of the eye,
It is wrongly related to the cry,
Just a mere drop of salted water.
It trickles down the pale cheeks,
Leaving behind the eye as it seeks,
Just a mere drop of salted water.
Slowly caressing the quivering lips,
Feeling the painful heart as it rips,
Just a mere drop of salted water.
As the tongue tastes the salt,
You'ld think that the pain would halt,
Just a mere drop of salted water.
It is strangely called as a drop of tear,
Nothing really to worry or fear,
It is just a mere drop of salted water.
As it blends into nothingness,
And of what is this restlessness,
After all for a mere drop of salted water.
Worth nothing to this world's mortals,
Yet it connects to heaven without portals
This little speck of salted drop of water.
by Mashura Azad (July 15, 2015)